No matter that there's no way to solve this mystery, set at an Iraqi archaeological dig, with the facts presented. Since it's so darn stylish (Pith helmets! Khaki safari suits!) and the interplay between Suchet's persnickety Belgian sleuth and Fraser's dim-Brit sidekick is so understatedly funny, why bother trying to deduce who offed the pretty blond wife of the bland Dr. Leidner? (Everyone's a suspect, natch.) Much more fun to watch M. Poirot's little gray cells do the work.


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